Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1651

He was a VIP that the ship's administration simply could not afford to offend.

Despite his cultured, academic appearance, anyone entrenched in the global underworld knew exactly what Joker was capable of.

He was a beautiful, terrifying psychopath.

He had once leveled an entire syndicate's fortress just to test the yield of a new explosive.

When a rival faction intercepted one of his shipments, he spent three days systematically exterminating every living soul connected to their bloodline.

He was infinitely more dangerous than the world's most elite assassins.

Commander Richter’s mind raced. Of all the places for the arms dealer to appear, why here?

And why now, standing squarely across their only viable extraction route?

Swallowing his rising panic, Richter stepped forward, forcing a strained diplomacy into his voice. "Mr. Joker. We are conducting an emergency ship-wide cargo transfer. For your own safety, I must ask you to clear the corridor."

His tone was polite, but the underlying threat was unmistakable.

Julian’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. "An emergency transfer?"

His voice was smooth, carrying the relaxed cadence of a man discussing the weather. "What a remarkable coincidence. I happen to be a VIP buyer, invited by the administration to conduct a preliminary inspection."

"If new assets are being brought to the floor, it’s only right that I get a preview."

Richter’s jaw tightened. "These are not munitions, sir. This is a highly sensitive medical transport originating from The Med-Tech Quarantine. It has absolutely no bearing on your line of business."

"A medical transport?" The amusement in Julian’s voice deepened.

His sharp gaze drifted past Richter, analyzing the heavily armed Sentinels flanking the pod.

Julian’s gaze lingered on the man’s hand, still clutching the controller. "There's no need to be so tense. I'm merely satisfying a passing curiosity."

Satisfying a curiosity?

Richter felt a cold sweat break out on his neck.

The predator standing before him was doing anything but making polite conversation.

Julian continued, his tone light and conversational. "The entire ship is buzzing with the rumor of a specialized asset locked in the vault—something that makes tonight's finale look like pocket change."

"And here you are, hauling a top-tier, unregistered bio-pod straight out of the vault and into the backstage."

He paused, the predatory gleam returning to his eyes. "Let me guess. The prize inside that pod... is the very thing everyone is looking for?"